One lazy Tuesday afternoon, a deafening CRASH sends dust and debris flying. When the coughing stops, Haruki finds a girl lying amidst the broken ceiling tiles. She’s unharmed. She’s pretty. And she’s completely calm.

“Oww… Hi again, Haruki! The second-floor girls’ bathroom had a nice view today.”

CRASH!

Her name: . Transfer student. Mysterious past. And she claims she “just fell” from the second-floor window above.

(smiling, dusting off her skirt) “Gravity and I have a mutual understanding. It lets me cheat.”